Good Evening everyone. I'm just here to introduce my newest story. A story i have so many ideas for it's not even funny. I can't keep my fingers from coming up with ideas so i really hope you enjoy this! It's a romance -gasp- and it's a Klaus/OC. Mainly because i am fascinated with his character and there aren't enough stories with him and an outside love interest out there. Anyway, this takes place back in the twenties, but i'm hoping to eventually have it make sense with what is happening in the show. Just, bare with me please. And if you could, leave a little review. I would love to know if i should continue, or just go back to the drawing board.

Thanks!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the OC and the plot.

It was like a time bomb, set it in motion
We knew that we were destined to explode
And if I have to pull you out of the wreckage
You know I'm never gonna let you go
-Time Bomb, All Time Low

Rouge; smooth satin traced the contours of her full lips. The color being the only thing comprehensible, her pallor ghostlike in the near darkness. A wayward ray of light from a far off streetlamp filtered in through the window, a mirror, smudged and cracked, catching the beam in saccharine glory. A quiet intake of breath, kohl black lashes fluttering open, and a pair of vibrant green eyes illuminated the young visage. They were bright eyes, lively, like the leaves of an oak tree on a rainy New England day.

They were a starting contrast to the grays and blacks of sodden Chicago; sodden having more meaning than one.

Her nimble fingers went to work almost immediately, setting in pins to tie back her tenacious red curls. Atop her head sat a nest of fiery red locks, stray tendrils falling out of place to frame her lightly powdered face. Something about this action sent a puzzled look to cross her face, eyebrows furrowing as her head cocked to the side, images flying through her mind briefly before she shook her head out, a hasty smile placing itself on her lips.

It was a Friday night in Chicago. Another Friday night where Abigail found herself sitting alone in her modest apartment, listing to the radio spew out news broadcasts about revolutions in Russia and America's hunt for the growing number of bank robbers across the country.

So finally, after much prodding from her friends, Abigail mustered up the courage to meet them out at one of the speakeasy's that had been booming ever since Prohibition started. They were usuals, and they assured Abigail of how perfectly safe it was. " They hadn't been caught yet." Chloe had gushed the previous morning, when she and two others met for breakfast. And it was after this event that Abigail had finally been persuaded, thought she wasn't convinced, not in the slightest.

A sick feeling snuck its way to the pit of her stomach as the minutes ticked by, Chloe and her fiancé having told her they would pick her up at nine. For a moment, or rather, in a habitual pattern, she had been reconsidering her decision. She had risen from her seat at her vanity, paced a few times, before sitting back down once more, the beads of her eggplant colored dress smacking together with her movements.

She rung her hands out nervously, not quite able to shake the uneasiness flooding her system, as though there were red flags popping up in her subconscious, alerting her to some foreign danger. But as she took one more look into her aging mirror, she tried her best to suppress such dark feelings.

The wave of paranoia that seemed to sweep her off her feet moments before slowly began to evaporate, though she still felt the tingles of something unknown tugging at the back of her mind. However, she couldn't give it much thought before a ring of a doorbell sounded throughout the small space.

Giving her dress one more tug, shifting it this way and that, she hastily made it to the door, her heels clacking softly on the wooden floor in the process. A flood of fresh air blew across her features as she opened the door, a soft creak emanating as she met the warm brown eyes of her dear friend Chloe, her blonde hair up in a similar fashion.

" You ready to go?" She asked excitedly, her white teeth shining just a bit too bright, her smile just a bit too wide. Abigail noted these idiosyncrasies in her mind as she hurriedly nodded, plastering a smile onto her own features.

" As ready as I'll ever be."

" Oh come one, Abby." Chloe whined as the two parted from the apartment, walking down the flight of stairs out to the street. Her friend's lack of enthusiasm was really putting a damper on things, especially when she knew how much fun Abigail was going to have, if only she let herself. " Don't be so down, can't you just give it a chance?" Her voice was childishly hopeful and Abigail laughed, a true smile gracing her lips.

" Just get me home without handcuffs."

There was a huff, followed by a roll of dark brown eyes.

" You ruin all the fun."

The first thing she noticed was the high melodic notes of a trumpet.

No, scratch that. The first thing she noticed was the scent of stale alcohol, tinged with something more. A scent that flooded her nostrils immediately as they secretly weaved their way into the bustling club. Passing through a thick red curtain, they entered into an elaborately ornate room filled to the brim with laughing women and drunken men, pretty smiles and blaring trumpets.

Up on stage Abigail noticed a black woman singing, her light blonde hair shining in the light. Her voice was beautiful, and she was momentarily entranced, forgetting the company she had arrived with. But as Chloe came up next to her, whispering excitedly in her ear, she was drawn back to the present time, a content smile on her lips.

" Amazing, isn't it?" Light giggles followed her question, and Abigail glanced over. She was not surprised to see a drink already clutched in her friend's grasp.

" It's alright." She teased, taking the drink from her friends hand and downing it in one gulp. But as suave as she wanted to seem, the light liquid left a slight burn in her throat she hadn't experienced in quite some time, and she was left in a bit of a coughing fit. And this, of course, only brought on a fit of giggles from both parties as they walked further into the bustling building.

Paul, Chloe's fiancé, had already gotten them more drink as they sauntered over to a booth, watching the woman they called Gloria sing a few more numbers. As the time passed they bonded over laughs and liquor, sweet jazz flooding the room, creating a comfortable sound barrier between them and the rest of the clubs inhabitants.

" The music is lovely, isn't it? I find myself so entranced by Gloria's voice." Paul's velvety voice broke through the momentary silence, and Abigail watched absently as Chloe's delicate hand came to wrap itself around Paul's arm, her gaze transfixed.

" It's truly mesmerizing."

Not too long after they had arrived, another couple found their way over to them all smiles and radiating happiness. The trio greeted them warmly, and before long the friends were drinking even more, sharing stories and jokes that nearly sent them over the edge. The tension and worries were momentarily absent, hiding themselves behind suave suits and bubbling booze that seemed to be bottomless.

Abigail hadn't expected anything of the sort.

In fact, she expected the moment she entered the building that bright blue lights would start flashing, the police storming in full force to carry her away. She wasn't even sure where that spout of confidence had come from, that confidence that led her to this booth, drinking her third, or was it fourth glass of wine.

It was illegal after all, and Abigail was far from being a criminal. She never strayed to the other side of the tracks, this side of the tracks. She had never had any trouble with the law.

But for now, she was allowed to pretend.

Breezy notes flowed lyrically from one to the next, and as Gloria waltzed back to the stage, ready for another set, she made a cheeky welcome to the newest patron.

" I thought I'd seen the last of you, Niklaus."

Abigail followed her gaze, but could only make out the faint outline of a man from behind; crisp black suit and slicked back locks.

" I fear I may not be able to stay away, my dear."

No one else seemed to have noticed, or, they just didn't seem to care, carrying on their own conversations as if such an event didn't occur. But, upon reflection, Abigail realized it had been a more intimate greeting, not one truly meant for the entire club to hear. Yet, she found herself fascinated nonetheless.

And as if some invisible force had been whispering in his ear, causing the light hairs on the back of his neck to stand rigid, his body turned. His piercing blue eyes scanning the ornate booths as they fell upon the fiery beauty, eyes locking momentarily before her head snapped to the side, forcing herself back into the conversation, her breath hitched and her pulse thrumming.

A content hmm sounded in his chest as he grabbed a glass of wine from the nearby tray, noting in the back of his brain the curiosity sparked by the young red head.

But first, he had to find his sister.

Keep in mind everyone that this is my first attempt at a Vampire Diaries story, and i really want it to be in character. And also, future chapters will be longer. I just really wanted to get this out, and see if anyone found it interesting. And if you have any concerns, feel free to let me know! I do, however, know that a Mary Sue is the death of a story so i will make sure she doesn't fall into this category. Besides that, did'ya like it?(:

Reviews please, and i can guarantee another chapter very soon!